Thomas Moore (Томас Мур)

From “Irish Melodies”. 74. My Gentle Harp

          MY gentle Harp, once more I waken
                The sweetness of thy slumbering strain;
          In tears our last farewell was taken,
                And now in tears we meet again.
          No light of joy hath o’er thee broken,
                But, like those harps whose heavenly skill
          Of slavery, dark as thine, hath spoken,
                Thou hang’st upon the willows still.

          And yet, since last thy chord resounded,
                An hour of peace and triumph came,
          And many an ardent bosom bounded
                With hopes — that now are turn’d to shame.
          Yet even then, while Peace was singing
                Her halcyon song o’er land and sea,
          Though joy and hope to others bringing,
                She only brought new tears to thee.

          Then, who can ask for notes of pleasure,
                My drooping Harp, from chords like thine?
          Alas, the lark’s gay morning measure
                As ill would suit the swan’s decline!
          Or how shall I, who love, who bless thee,
                Invoke thy breath for Freedom’s strains,
          When even the wreaths in which I dress thee
                Are sadly mix’d — half flowers, half chains?

          But come — if yet thy frame can borrow
                One breath of joy, oh, breathe for me,
          And show the world, in chains and sorrow,
                How sweet thy music still can be;
          How gaily, even ’mid gloom surrounding,
                Thou yet canst wake at pleasure’s thrill —
          Like Memnon’s broken image sounding,
                ’Mid desolation tunefull still!

1. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 16
2. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 75
3. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 27
4. From “Irish Melodies”. 114. I’ve a Secret to Tell Thee
5. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 17

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